vora city

there he is, on the corner
of justus post and main
so you
put your hands in your pockets
you can't spare the change
or the shift in your consciousness
of what it might mean, to participate
in the complexity of this situation

it will be wrong
until you find your reference
in the search engine of your memory
generating the most relevant answer
evidence to back-up the truth

but you know already
the way, you hold your mouth
when you consider the next step
how it all will fall
dribbling into the styrofoam cup
swirling into the chocolate recess of his eyes

as you shift your awareness
to the conversion tables
where you sense your two cents
mean more than a slice of lemon
on the lip of your sparkling water
acutely aware that the bedsheet
on his shoulder is more than a separation
between a foam surface and goose feathers
but a cloak of protection, superman's donation
to the empty hand of the world